I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
3772 | 2015-10-20 00:51:26 | 153.70 | 86% |
3520 | 2015-08-05 07:48:43 | 142.28 | 89% |
3514 | 2015-08-05 07:44:26 | 138.94 | 85% |
3354 | 2015-07-27 22:11:43 | 183.44 | 99% |
3025 | 2015-05-06 07:47:07 | 161.60 | 93% |
2882 | 2015-01-16 21:58:52 | 142.67 | 87% |
2716 | 2015-01-12 13:51:17 | 141.05 | 92% |
2486 | 2014-10-22 21:24:18 | 128.28 | 85% |
2245 | 2014-09-21 01:13:19 | 134.88 | 88% |
2065 | 2014-09-08 03:47:38 | 143.48 | 89% |
1997 | 2014-09-04 08:35:51 | 138.72 | 88% |
1799 | 2014-08-17 20:33:16 | 155.39 | 95% |
1731 | 2014-08-14 21:04:56 | 177.84 | 97% |
1348 | 2014-07-28 23:40:26 | 136.16 | 85% |
1330 | 2014-07-28 10:21:41 | 164.65 | 98% |
804 | 2014-07-09 07:15:16 | 154.34 | 96% |
785 | 2014-07-09 06:46:32 | 155.05 | 97% |
761 | 2014-07-09 03:42:42 | 123.33 | 83% |
739 | 2014-07-06 05:36:09 | 125.89 | 91% |
500 | 2013-07-29 01:36:04 | 145.26 | 96% |